Song: Take A Long Line By: Angels Album: Their Finest Hour...and then some [A]This is it folks, over the top He was selling post cards from a paper stand A whiskey bottle in his withered hand He put his finger on a photo from an old magazine Saw himself in the shadow of a dream Running with his head inside a juke-box crown Told him his feet stank and took him downtown Called him agitator, spy and thief Shut him up solitary third degree Chorus: []Take []long []line [E]Take a [D]long [E]line x 2 [] []With []him He tried to appeal to the king of might He said I'm just exercisin' my sacred right The king he said you ain't got no rights You're a mad, bad traitor get outta my sight Chorus Bass rises rather than decending at end: [] []With []him Break: []x2 [] [] [][] []x2 [] [] [][] Running with his head inside a juke-box crown Told him his feet stank and took him downtown Called him agitator, spy and thief Shut him up solitary third degree Well they put him up boy, a world-wide whirlwind Pulled out his teeth and they told him to grin He gave them a smile, pulled out a bottle of wine He said I never existed you been wasting your time Chorus x 2 []Take []long []line []Take []long []line [E]Take a [D]long, long, long [E]line With [A]him